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n to the fine phrasings of the poet or the ballads of the minstrels。 Kelvar sat to the Prince's right； while his lady sat to the left； her lapdog sharing the chair。
Grace sat basking in the Prince's presence。 Her hands often strayed to touch first an earring； then a bracelet。 She was not accustomed to wearing so much jewelry。 My suspicion was that she had e of simple stock and was awed by her own position。 One minstrel sang 〃Fair Rose Amidst the Clover；〃 his eyes on her face； and was rewarded with her flushed cheeks。 But as the evening wore on； and I grew weary； I could tell that Lady Grace was fading。 She yawned once； lifting a hand too late to cover it。 Her little dog had gone to sleep in her lap； and twitched and yipped occasionally in his small…brained dreams。 As she grew sleepier she reminded me of a child； she cuddled her dog as if it were a doll； and leaned her head back into the corner of her chair。 Twice she started to nod off。 I saw her surreptitiously pinching the skin on her wrists in an effort to wake herself up。 She was visibly relieved when Kelvar summoned the minstrels and poet forward to reward them for their evening。 She took her lord's arm to follow him off to their bedchamber while never relinquishing the dog she snugged in her arm。
I was relieved to make my way up to Verity's antechamber。 Charim had found me a feather bed and some blankets。 My pallet was fully as fortable as my own bed。 I longed to sleep； but Charim gestured me into Verity's bedchamber。 Verity； ever the soldier； had no use for lackeys to stand about and tug his boots off for him。 Charim and I alone attended him。 Charim clucked and muttered as he followed Verity about； picking up and smoothing the garments the Prince so casually shed。 Verity's boots he immediately took off into a corner and began working more wax into the leather。 Verity dragged a nightshirt on over his head and then turned to me。
〃Well？ What have you to tell me？〃
And so I reported to him as I did to Chade； recounting all I had overheard； in as close to the words as I could manage； and noting who had spoken and to whom。 At the last I added my own suppositions about the significance of it all。 〃Kelvar is a man who has taken a young wife； one who is easily impressed with wealth and gifts；〃 I summarized。 〃She has no idea of the responsibilities of her own position； let alone his。 Kelvar diverts money； time； and thought from his duties to enthralling her。 Were it not disrespectful to say so； I would imagine that his manhood is failing him； and he seeks to satisfy his young bride with gifts as a substitute。〃
Verity sighed heavily。 He had flung himself onto the bed during the latter half of my recitation。 Now he prodded at a too soft pillow； folding it to give more support to his head。 〃Damn Chivalry；〃 he said absently。 〃This is his kind of a knot； not mine。 Fitz； you sound like your father。 And were he here； he'd find some subtle way to handle this whole situation。 Chiv would have had it solved by now； with one of his smiles and a kiss on someone's hand。 But that's not my way； and I won't pretend to it。〃 He shifted about in his bed unfortably； as if he expected me to raise some argument to him about his duty。 〃Kelvar's a man and a duke。 And he has a duty。 He's to man that tower properly。 It's simple enough； and I intend to tell him that bluntly。 Put decent soldiers in that tower and keep them there； and keep them happy enough to do a job。 It seems simple to me。 And I'm not going to make it into a diplomatic dance。〃
He shifted heavily in the bed； then abruptly turned his back to me。 〃Put out the light； Charim。〃 And Charim did； so promptly that I was left standing in the dark and had to blunder my way out of the chamber and back to my own pallet。 As I lay down I pondered that Verity saw so little of the whole。 He could force Kelvar to man the tower； yes。 But he couldn't force him to man it well； or take pride in it。 That was a matter for diplomacy。 And had he no heed for the roadwork and maintenance on the fortifications and the highwaymen problem？ All that needed to be remedied now。 And in such a way that Kelvar's pride was kept intact； and that his position with Lord Shemshy was both corrected and affirmed。 And someone had to undertake to teach Lady Grace her responsibilities。 So many problems。 But as soon as my head touched the pillow； I slept。
CHAPTER NINE
Fat Suffices
THE FOOL CAME to Buckkeep in the seventeenth year of King Shrewd's reign。 This is one of the few facts that are known about the Fool。 Said to be a gift from the Bingtown traders； the origin of the Fool can only be surmised。 Various stories have arisen。 One is that the Fool was a captive of the Red…Ship Raiders； and that the Bingtown traders seized the Fool from them。 Another is that the Fool was found as a babe； adrift in a small boat； shielded from the sun by a parasol of sharkskin and cushioned from the thwarts by a bed of heather and lavender。 This can be dismissed as a creation of fancy。 We have no real knowledge of the Fool's life before his arrival at King Shrewd's court。
The Fool was almost certainly born of the human race； though not entirely of human parentage。 Stories that he was born of the Other Folk are almost certainly false； for his fingers and toes are pletely free of webbing and he has never shown the slightest fear of cats。 The unusual physical characteristics of the Fool （lack of coloring； for instance） seem to be traits of his other parentage； rather than an individual aberration； though in this I well may be mistaken。
In the matter of the Fool； that which we do not know is almost more significant than that which we do。 The age of the Fool at the time of his arrival at Buckkeep has been a matter for conjecture。 From personal experience； I can vouch that the Fool appeared much younger； and in all ways more juvenile than at present。 But as the Fool shows little sign of aging； it may be that he was not as young as he initially appeared； but rather was at the end of an extended childhood。
The gender of the Fool has been disputed。 When directly questioned on this matter by a younger and more forward person than I am now； the Fool replied that it was no one's business but his own。 So I concede。
In the matter of his prescience and the annoyingly vague forms that it takes； there is no consensus as to whether it is a racial or individual talent being manifested。 Some believe he knows all in advance； and even that he will always know if anyone； anywhere； speaks about him。 Others say it is only his great love of saying； 〃I warned you so！〃 and that he takes his most obscure sayings and twists them to have been prophecies。 Perhaps sometimes this has been so； but in many well…witnessed cases； he has predicted； however obscurely； events that later came to pass。
Hunger woke me shortly after midnight。 I lay awake； listening to my belly growl。 I closed my eyes； but my hunger was enough to make me nauseated。 I got up and felt my way to the table where Verity's tray of pastries had been； but servants had cleared it away。 I debated with myself； but my stomach won out over my head。
Easing open the chamber door； I stepped out into the dimly lit hall。 The two men Verity had posted there looked at me questioningly。 〃Starving；〃 I told them。 〃Did you notice where the kitchens were？〃
I have never known a soldier who didn't know where the kitchens were。 I thanked them and promised to bring back some of whatever I found。 I slipped off down the shadowy hall。 As I descended the steps it felt odd to have wood underfoot rather than stone。 I walked as Chade had taught me； placing my feet silently； moving within the shadowiest parts of the passageways； walking to the sides where floorboards were less likely to creak。 And it all felt as natural。
The rest of the keep seemed well asleep。 The few guards I passed were mostly dozing； none challenged me。 At the time I put it down to my stealth； now I wonder if they considered a skinny； tousleheaded lad any threat worth bothering with。
I found the kitchens easily。 It was a great open room； flagged and walled with stone as a defense against fires。 There were three great hearths； fires well banked for the night。 Despite the lateness； or earliness； of the hour； the place was well lit。 A keep's kitchen is never pletely asleep。
I saw the covered pans and smelled the rising bread。 A large pot of stew was being kept warm at the edge of one hearth。 When I peeked under the lid； I saw it would not miss a bowl or two。 I rummaged about and helped myself。 Wrapped loaves on a shelf supplied me with an end crust and in another corner was a tub of butter kept cool inside a large keg of water。 Not fancy。 Thank all； it was not fancy； but the plain simple food I had been craving all day。
I was halfway through my second bowl when I heard the light scuff of footsteps。 I looked up with my most disarming smile； hoping that this cook would prove as softhearted as Buckkeep's。 But it was a serving girl； a blanket thrown about her shoulders over her night robe and her baby in her arms。 She was weeping。 I turned my eyes away in disfort。
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